The Story - Part 15

Next morning, slave awoke beside his Mistress’ bed, finally feeling complete and loved in this life.  He moved and his body ached but in a good way that made him feel great to be alive.

He popped his head up to see look at his Mistress.  She was snoring softly, fast asleep.  She really was perfect.  slave got up, and traipsed into the kitchen quietly to make his Mistress’ breakfast.  He saw a note on the kitchen bench saying she wanted pancakes with blueberries and cream.  He rummaged around in the pantry and found the berries in a tin.  slave was relieved because he didn’t want to disappoint his Mistress.  She was quick to flare up and he didn’t want to be beaten again, not so soon after the lashing he received yesterday.  Slave gently touched his arse and felt the raised welts, and rough skin from the caning.  slave felt sore.  He zipped off to the bathroom to view his marks and was pleased to see the impressive markings.  slave thought his Mistress was very kind. 

Slave returned to the kitchen and made breakfast for his Mistress.  He awoke her gently and presented her with her pancakes topped with blueberries and cream, and a delicious creamy coffee.  She smiled… it must have been the afterglow of their lovemaking the previous evening.

Mistress requested slave run her a bubble bath and bathe her.  slave was so excited to do so… he almost had a skip in his step.  Mistress sunk her body into the hot bath and enjoyed being pampered by her slave while her eyes were closed and relaxed.  

Mistress very much enjoyed her slave, he was extremely competent in his service to her, and because of this, and his love for her, she decided it was time to lend him to friends for a week – 5 days to be exact.  They lived in the city, and ran in high social circles.  They were kinky hedonists and were intrigued by Mistress Neta’s slave.  When Mistress Neta informed her slave of him being lent out to her friends for 5 days, his heart shattered.  He didn’t want to leave his Mistress, he loved her with all her heart, but he knew that is what is Mistress wanted, and so he had no choice but to obey.

The couple arrived the next day to collection him – Josh and Colin.  A gay couple.  Mistress kissed her slave on the forehead and said quietly, obedience is necessary, resistance is futile, you will undertake everything they ask of you.  I have stated the rules clearly to them and limits have been set in place so they will not cross the line with you, baby slave.  Be good and make your Mistress proud.  I will see you back here on Thursday evening.  slave was shellshocked this was happening, he didn’t want to leave her…

Slave Hung his head...he gathered himself and left his Mistress...what was her intention...was she tired of him...or was she
proud of her slave...and wanting to share her prized possession so as to increase her reputation!!!
He sat quietly in the back of their car and listened to their conversation...they decided to call past the shops on the way home...to gather supplies...they had been in discussion with his Mistress...and had planned to make the most of her slave...they intended to use him as their sex slave...their service slave...and their pet!

Josh was more masculine...he was lean and muscular...he had tattoos all over his body...he had 2 pitbull's as pets...and he enjoyed walking them on their chains...he was dominant but relatively petite compared to the slave...the slave knew that he could easily overpower them...but would obey his Mistress' direction...and submit to their will.

Colin was more feminine...he was submissive to his partner...but had a sadistic streak that lacked expression...he saw the slave as a chance to experience the feeling of power...that came with control...he intended to make the slave his bitch!!!

when they arrived home...they escorted the slave inside...they had a letter from his Mistress...it stated her intentions...he was to serve them and respect them as her peers...he was to accept them as his masters...and perform to the best of his abilities...she would be watching...and had informed them they had her permission to discipline her slave!!!

The slave acknowledged his New masters...and consented to their position...they told him to strip...that as their slave he would be held captive to them...he would be used as their sex slave...their service slave...and their pet...he was collared and told to prepare for inspection...he assumed the position...they admired him...and commented on the severe beating that he must have endured...they knew that Mistress Neta was a powerful Sadistic FemDom...but even they were surprised at the severity of her treatment!!!

Josh told slave to get them some drinks...there was a bottle of sparkling wine in the fridge...he served them in the dining room...they sat at the table and the slave served them...as Colin sipped his wine...Josh man handled the slave...he held his cock...and fondled his balls...slave was unsure of his feelings...he had some experience with men...but had not been bound to them for an extended period of time.

The Scene Part 1

He grunted as the riding crop came down on his back for the 40^th time? 70^th time? 100^th time?  His head lagged to the side as he was feeling exhausted from the relentless firm strokes.

His ankles and wrists were in bondage on the St Andrew’s cross.  The leather cuffs held him firmly but comfortably in place.  There was no getting away.  The ball gag was muffling his grunts and moans.  He was fully restrained and feeling every stroke of the crop.  He was hot, and perspiring even though it was a pleasant cool evening.

The crop strokes ceased without warning.  He started.  And, waited for Her to speak.

There was silence.

The music in the background was turned off.

There was quiet movement but otherwise no other sounds.  He lifted his head and turned to see where She was.

He saw her with his peripheral vision, unmoving.  He became nervous because there was no engaging from Her.

At least 15 minutes ticked by… slowly.  Then he heard movement, swoosh, then felt instant, awful, mind numbing pain.  She had kicked him in the balls, from the back.  He screamed into the gag.  His body immediately went limp and if he had not been held in bondage he would have fallen to the floor, in a dead heap.  The pain was immense.  He could not believe She kicked him in his balls.  The Woman was crazy?  This activity was not discussed, and he had not consented to this form of extreme ‘play’.  Well, sure, he signed a contract permitting Her to do whatever she wanted with the exception of knife play, and the usual hard limits that most kinksters were uninterested in participating.

As he is trying to recall the contract he signed, he felt a sharper pain.  His balls were sensitive and stinging, and She kicked him again… harder this time, with the flat of her PVC ankle boots.

He hollered into the gag, and the saliva dribbled from his mouth making his chin and chest sopping wet.  And, not in a good way.

He let the pain engulf him fully until it eventually subsided.  His mind was foggy but it was starting to clear.  

There was silence again.  He trembled.  He wondered what She had in store for him next.  Before he could finish that thought, his whole body was drenched in ice cold water… freezing water She had thrown over him.  His body actually reacted violently with such coldness enveloping his heated body.  He heard Her chuckle.

He knew She was watching.  He felt Her presence.  She remained quiet after that initial chuckle.

10 minutes had passed.  Then he heard her rummaging around in her Impact Case.

He was nervous.  What was to follow next…

His skin felt the sting of her rubber flogger.  She was relentless in her application of the steady strokes.  Wet skin, rubber flogger, firm control.  She beat him for a constant 30 minutes.  He felt himself floating after ten minutes, and felt no more pain.  Just warmth.  

The flogging eventually ceased.  He was relieved.  He finally caught his breath and leaned his face against the Cross embracing the coolness of the wood.

He heard rustling somewhere in the dungeon.

Oh no… he felt goosebumps on his arms.

Then he felt needle-like pricks on his back.  He was unsure what the instrument was she was using.  She whispered in his ear… meet my friend, the 7-wheeled Wartenberg Wheel.  

She applied the wheel all over his red, tender back and if it wasn’t for the restraints he would have run away, perhaps scampered away would be a better description.  The needle-like pricks of the wheel were unpleasant.  He felt blood trickling down his back.  He accepted the intensity of the scene, and floated away for a while.  His body slumped against the Cross and he endured the gift She was imparting upon him.  20 minutes went by and the wheel action stopped.

Relief?

Not so.  

An application of a creamy substance was applied to his back.  Why was she wearing gloves? He thought what a generous Woman to care for him in such a nurturing manner.  Something to soothe all the soreness away.  

Then he felt the slow embrace of a cold-hot sensation generating from the cream applied, and started to squirm frantically.  Actually, he was feeling panic.

Icy Hot.

He heard Her sit down in her Throne.

The sensation of the Icy Hot was such an awful sensation coupled with the product entering into the pinprick wounds on his back.  He couldn’t believe what he had got himself into.  He thought the planned scene was purely impact – nothing else.  Damn that contract he signed…

And, he was still in bondage on the Cross… no escape.  What was next?  Nipple clamps...?

The Story - Part 14

After two hours of concentrated thirst of receiving his pain, Mistress felt exhausted.  This was the second male to serve her in a sadistic/masochistic dynamic.  It really was exquisite, and cathartic for her to release her dark yearnings from their restraint within. 

She admired her handy work and was pleased with her efforts of marking his beautiful body.  There was blood, bruising and angry redness on his arse.  His back was a rosy red from the flogging with some exacting markings from the flogger tails.  Very sharp.

She was perspiring all over.  Mistress’ eyes were dilated in excitement, her nipples were hard against the material and her Royal Cunt felt saturated with juice and was leaking onto her inner thighs…but first things first, her slave was half hanging, standing from his bonds.  Mistress removed his ankles bonds first, and directed him to bear weight on them.  She then leant up to remove his wrist bonds.  She felt his skin against her, and it was slick with sweat.  He was flushed red.  She directed him to kneel in front of her and smell her excitement from giving his punishment.  He looked drained but did not hesitate.  He loved his Mistress’ scent… sweet musk.  She stepped away.

She commanded her slave to look up at her, he did.  She was feeling euphoric and loved his baby blue eyes and the vulnerability evident in them.  She smiled and slapped his face, hard, leaving a nice palm print on left cheek.  Tears sprang into his eyes.  Pure hotness for her.  Mistress said… now baby slave, who do you cherish?  You, Mistress Neta.  Will you ever enjoy fucking another woman?  No, Mistress Neta.  Why?  Because you are the ultimate Goddess, my Owner, my Mistress, and no one compares to you at all.  And, what else slave?  His eyes became uncertain as he felt he had covered all the reasons why she was his one and only.  He saw her beautiful eyes darken, he saw her feet start to tap, and her hands were beginning twitch – a sure sign of hurt coming his way.  He stammered, she slapped the other side of his face, and he whimpered, “sorry Mistress.  Please.  I’m so sorry.  For what, slave?  For not saying I love you, and only you.  I am yours and slave will never show my arrogance again in front of another woman, or flirt with another.  Mistress Neta, it is you I love and will do so for the rest of my days”.  Mistress Neta stared down at him as if he was a piece of shit for a moment, then placed her hand under his chin and gripped it.  She pulled his face upwards and said: well, wasn’t that easy to say.  He nodded rapidly.

OK sweet slave, you are going to feel soreness all over so let’s get you up on to my bed.  Place a towel on the bed as I don’t want any of that blood getting on to my sheets.  He stood up, wobbled slightly.  And shuffled away, no loping, just shuffling.  Mistress was amused she had beaten him into further submission.  Very satisfying for her.  His arrogance had always been there and each time it reared its head, she was going to deal with it smartly.

She waited until she could hear him moving around in the bedroom.  Up the stairs, Mistress walked and kneeling at the side of the bed was her enslaved one.  So beautiful in his enslavement.  Get on to the bed, slave, lay on your stomach, I want to view the hurt I have lavished upon you.  Gingerly, he stood up.  Mistress was entertained by his stiff movements.  Her poor baby slave, she grinned. 

slave lay on the bed and waited for what his Mistress had in store for him next.  He was hurting physically.  He felt a little broken inside but he was OK with that because this was his gift to this magnificent Woman.  He felt her weight on the back of his thighs… and she spoke soothingly to him.  He could not hear her words but he did feel calmed by them.  Her hands touched his broken skin on his arse and he groaned in pain.  She then grasped them tightly and giggled.  Yes, Mistress was one wicked woman when she wasn’t being serious, or sexy.  slave squirmed under her touch and he was being reminded about what he had just experienced over the past two hours.  The intensity and pain was painful but he had accepted it because this is what he wanted to experience with his Mistress.  She sat on his arse and pushed him further into the bed.  He felt his cock start to harden.  Mistress then dragged her nails down his back onto his sensitive, flogged skin.  It was painful yet pleasurable.  Strange sensations.  He would process them at a quieter time.  Mistress moved her mouth on to his shoulders and proceeded to suck on him, leaving more marks.  She loved to give him love bites as he bruised so easily.  After leaving two bites on either shoulder, she sat back up on his back again and next minute he felt weight on the back of his head, and she pushed his face down into the pillow.  He was unprepared and did not have time to catch breath.  Mistress held his face there for a few seconds and when the pressure was alleviated he gasped for breath.  Mistress laughed, she really was in a shocking wicked mood.  He prepared himself for another suffocating moment, and it came.  Mistress held his head down longer and he was struggling, he felt his lungs were about to explode, and body was beginning to squirm beneath her and she released him.  She got off him and he heard clothing being removed.  She told him to turn over and he did.  Mistress noted her slave’s cock was hard.  She removed his cock ring so she could impale herself on his full cock properly… later.

She was beautiful.  He loved her body, it was perfect.  He loved her face, it was perfect.  He loved her dominance – it was truly perfect.

Now slave, how do you feel?  Are you up to some love making with your Mistress?  He replied, slightly breathless, nodding his head at the same time, yes Mistress Neta.  She placed her forefinger between her Royal Cunt, and when she removed it, it was drenched.  She smeared his lips with her love moistness, and said – show me how gentle you can make love to me, slave.

...the slave knew that he was truly worthy of his Mistress...and they made passionate love...

 

She

She is behind him. Above him.

He can feel her hands on his lower back. They are warm, but he shivers anyway.

He tries to contain his movement. He wants so badly to please her.

There are clamps on the fleshy bit where his scrotum meets his body. They hurt. They are relentless. No matter how hard he tries to ignore the pain, it is always waiting in the wings for him to lower his guard.

That's why he likes the hand. The hand feels so good.

He's tired. She's been doing this for a long time. His arms and knees ache. He trembles a little from his growing exhaustion. The clamps hurt so much.

That's why he likes her hand. The soft, commanding touch that turns his mind away from his hardships. His thoughts lean into that touch as the hand traces down his back. His nerves, drink up the sensation. It fills his mind, even though he knows that's a bad idea. He knows he should resist, because as soon as she can feel his senses open completely...

Crack! She spanks him. It's a hard blow, one that no doubt purples his already reddened skin. And the second that pain leaves, the clamps are in his mind, mocking him, breaking him. He doesn't feel the strength to fight them much longer.

He wants so badly to please her. He loves her so much.

He begins to whimper from the pain.

She coos to him and resumes stroking his bottom. He must have taken thirty such blows by now, and his ass must have been marked, even with only her bare hand. She hits very hard.

He can't see any of this. He is always to look straight ahead. He learned that the hard way. The marks he received in the process weren't made with her hand, and took two weeks to fully disappear. On his hands and knees, he looks ahead unless she says otherwise. "I'm giving you the gift of my touch," she said when teaching him, "you should be happy with that alone." She struck him with a cane between each every word.

So he can't see her now. He can't see her eyes. He can't see her face. He uses her eyes like a lighthouse to guide him through a perilous darkness. Her look of pleasure is his magnetic north.

The pain from the clamps is winning. He feels like he’s going to cry. Worse, they have been on for a very long time. He knows that they long ago starved the relevant nerves of blood, numbing them out. He knows when the clamps come off, and the nerves wake up, that the pain he feels then will be far worse. The idea conjures such real terror, that he bites his tongue to hold in his safeword.

He crams his mind into the inch of his flesh under her fingertip.

One hand becomes two. One on his lower back, and one gently brushing the head of his cock.

The hands feel good, so good.

He wants so badly to please her.

And then the hand on his back is gone, and he feels the rush of air as she makes her backswing.

He flinches, trembling with fear.

But the blow never comes.

And then her face comes into view. She is smiling. His heart swells.

"How are we doing, little boy?"

He whimpers, just managing to hold back an open cry. "It hurts Mistress."

"You're doing very well, you're making me so proud, so happy..." She places a finger under his chin, lifting him to his knees. As his hands come free, she catches one and feeds it into her panties. He can feel the dampness within. His cock twitches as she finishes her thought "... So wet."

He takes a deep sharp breath as his lust fills him.

"So, can we keep going?"

He wants very badly to stop. He feels so weak. He hurts, and he wants to stop hurting. But she's smiling. He loves her smile.

"Yes, Mistress, if it pleases you."

Her smile, her eyes, they turn sinister, covetous, malevolent. She whispers in his ear, her hand sliding under his belly to touch his cock. "Good, because I don't want to stop until there's nothing left of you."

Without warning, she yanks off the clamps.

The agony is like a bomb going off in his head. He seizes up, going tense, and then as limp as a rag doll. He collapses to the floor. He shudders in pain, and tears begin to roll down his face.

"I love you, Mistress,” comes his plea for mercy.

She merely smiles, stroking him as his spasms subside.

"There there, little boy. Catch your breath so we can start again."

She looks down at the broken boy below her, searching out the next tender spot for her clamps.

The Pleasure – the slave

The slave whispered “to give YOU my submission, Mistress”.

The slave had been searching for a power exchange relationship for a very long time but had failed so he sought out vanilla women who were strong-willed.  He would have his kinky sex with them but was not satisfied for too long.  He continued his search knowing someone was out there to satiate his yearnings.

He came across the Mistress on a site.  He watched her, observed her interactions and proceeded to make contact.

The slave was fair haired, fair complexioned, and muscular.  He was a quiet soul but was opinionated when required.

The Mistress and the slave negotiated a scene… an extreme scene which would last all day.  Safe words, signals, activities were discussed at length during the negotiations and both parties understood what was being sought.

His arms and hands were beautifully sculpted, his thighs were strong and lean.  The slave’s nipples were always protruding and just yearning to touched in many ways.

Part of the negotiation discussions included various types of activities the slave would like to experience.  They were degradation and humiliation play, strap on fucking, restraint and blood play. 

The slave’s cock was average size, firm and very pretty.  The Mistress looked forward to torturing it later in the day.

His arse was nicely shaped but needed to firm up a little more.  Some arse exercises would be placed on his training program.  She looked forward to fucking that sweet piece in time.  She had a feeling he was one slutty bitch who yearned her cock.

The Mistress’ primary interest for this slave was to enslave him totally.  However, this plan would take time as she perceived a stubbornness in his face and knew it would take a long while for him to give his full submission.  She was in no rush… she had a few years to truly enslave him.

His body was V-shaped.  Stunning.  A prime specimen of a male.  He kept himself fit and well, and was single-minded in whatever he put his mind to.  She liked this type of male but he was a rare specimen, and not many males like him crossed her path often.  He was going to be a challenge but she was patient. 

The slave was chained to the brick wall and was very aware of Mistress’ presence and his heart  pounded so fast. The precum he was creating was dripping, almost too much to bear, but he remained as calm as possible because it was going to be long day for him, and the Mistress.  He needed the energy to endure for this magnificent Woman.  The rising excitement was almost too much tolerate.

His mouth and lips were deep pink and generous, and the scent he exuded was earthy masculine.  His eyes were, at varying times, either a cold or warm blue depending on what was going on within him.  At the moment, they were soft and warm. 

The Mistress leant forward and placed her hand under his chin, and lifted his face to hers, she smelt of Chanel No. 19 and musk.  A delectable combination.  She spoke quietly “slave, are you ready for your journey?”.  “Yes, Mistress Neta”.

The Pleasure - The Mistress

A visual of the Mistress.  She is 5’6”, solid figure but strongly feminine, in the way she holds herself and the energy that envelops her.  She is confident but demure.  She is not afraid to speak when required.  In fact she tends to hold back often as she can hurt others’ feelings with her acerbic tongue and so prefers not to take the route unless its warranted.

She is an ebony-skinned Woman.  She has chocolate brown skin with blemishes, scars and stretch marks on parts of her body which are indicators that her journey in this Life has been tough.  She is proud of her appearance, and this manifests itself in the way she walks, talks and interacts with others.  She has reached her 50s now and still she attracts males of all ages.  At times, she is surprised at the numerous males who gravitate towards her for all sorts of reasons.  Her colour, her appearance, her confidence, her body, her breasts, her legs, her energy, her age, her persona, her sexiness, her dominance, her maternal side, to fuck her. 

She has curly black hair, shoulder length, which is now flecked with grey, giving her an elegance that is natural.  She wears it mostly in a bun or pony tail. 

The Mistress entered the BDSM world 7 years ago.  And took to it like a ‘duck to water’ or a ‘guinea pig to grass’..  She was in high demand and did consider becoming a Pro Domme but decided it was not her way… she preferred to enjoy males for her pleasure NOT so much for theirs.  It took her a while to find her feet in this complex, layered world of Kink.  She travelled interstate to meet other Kinksters and connect with submissives and slaves.  It was an interesting time although not as satisfying as she initially thought.  Many of the males were too tame for her.

The Mistress had strong features, beautiful kind brown eyes and the most beautiful smile with gorgeous white teeth.  Her laughter was infectious and loud.  Her voice was audible and distinctive due to her accent and audibility.  People recognised her voice…everywhere.

She was older now and her energy was focussed on many activities in her life but she would always have time to fulfil her kinks.

Besides her loyal submissive, she liked to taste other boys at times.  She liked handsome males… yes, she was superficial when it came to males she wanted to hurt.  Looks were important to her coupled with a sense of humour and a degree of high intelligence.  If males did not engage her properly, she would dismiss them.  It was rare for males to truly engage her and this would only occur if they studied her profile and interactions around groups and discussions.  If males approached and were only interested in a spank and then sex… she dismissed them.  The Mistress chose who she wanted to fuck, and was very selective about who she would allow to touch her.  Many males had tried; most failed.

The Mistress loathed arrogance, and cock-sure males although she was fine with a little cheekiness.

This Mistress had a body that would have been described as a “brick house” back in the day.  She was evenly proportioned, even as she aged and her body expanded, she still remained the 'hourglass' shape.  Her breasts were generous sized although not as perky any more, her waist had expanded but was still curvaceous, her arse was medium-sized and firm.  She looked striking for a Woman in her fifties!

Her lips were full and luscious, her eyes glinted often with amusement, with nurturing, with fire, and with love.  They are expressive eyes and usually inform the observer of how she is feeling at that moment… if she allows them to see her inner feelings.

Today, she was wearing a red and white floral dress.  The top part of it was tight fitting and clung to her breasts, waist and stomach like a stocking, and from the waist down the skirt part, flaired.  Very womanly, very feminine, very sexy.  She wore 6 inch black, silver studded heels with painted burgundy toenail polish.  A very effective and powerful vision for the slave who was chained to the wall.  A spectacular vision.

Her hair was worn out, black, curly wild afro.  The Mistress wears glasses.  She hardly wore make up, occasionally mascara and dark eyeshadow.  Today, only mascara, and blood red lipstick. 

As she towered above her slave, and he looked up at her, he noted she had her leather handcuff bracelet on her right wrist as she always did in every scene she conducted, or event she attended.  She was also grasping her red riding crop and had her favourite delcrin cane was leaning against her throne.  A vision, and a powerful presence emanating from her being.  She smiled as she spoke softly but firmly to the slave, “whore, why are you here?”...

The Pleasure

His face was red and shiny, sweat pouring profusely down his face, hair darkened by the excessive sweat.

Mistress stared down at him chained against the brick wall.  Seven clothes peg zippers were attached to various parts of his body including his cock and balls, and it was obvious his body was consumed with pain.  He was sweating because of the pain piercing areas of his skin.  He continued to sweat and endure…no safeword from him was emitted. 

Mistress smiled at his endurance, his strength, his stoic-ness.

20 minutes had passed… minimal time.  Another 10 minutes, and she would remove the clothes peg zippers.

Mistress leant forward to slave’s face and spat on it.  Saliva splattered over his face.  Mistress was most amused watching her spit trickling down his face.  She then proceeded to give him a healthy face slapping – 10 in a row, 5 slaps either side.  Tears rolled from his eyes but he remained quiet even though his lips quivered.

His excitement was evident to Mistress.  The slave’s cock was dribbling precum.  Such a sexy masochistic slut.

Mistress moved towards the slave and he flinched as he was uncertain what would happen next.  He had negotiated and consented to this scene wanting to experience a variety of pain, and Mistress accepted the responsibility to give him what he craved.

10 minutes had passed, and Mistress decided to remove one of the zippers from his arms.  She grasped the lace and rippppppppppped it from his left arm.  He whimpered in pain, his arm shook…his cock continued to dribble.  Mistress laughed quietly.  "OK, slave I am going to remove the zipper from you cock… are you ready?"  A soft groan emerged from him, and without hesitation, Mistress grabbed the string and pulled it off.  Specks of blood appeared on his shaft, and Mistress wiped the blood with her finger and then stuck the finger into mouth for him to suck it clean.  He murmured “thank you, Mistress”.  He was grateful for her generosity.  While he was thinking how much his cock hurt, Mistress pulled the zipper off his left arm.  He yelped.  slave then screamed when Mistress took hold of his sweet protruding nipples and twisted them savagely.  He tried to move away but was chained to the wall and there was no way to escape…unless he called his safeword.  Slave was whimpering… and while he was so caught up in the throbbing tenderness of his nipples after the vicious manipulation of his nipples, Mistress removed both clothes peg zippers from his thighs simultaneously.  He screamed, and his head slumped forward.  His body felt hot, tingley and relieved.  He waited for the pain to pass...it took a while.

Mistress sat back in her throne and waited for the all consuming pain sensations the slave was feeling to subside.  She watched closely.  She smiled.  She was excited.  He had two more zippers to be removed starting from under his nipples down to his waistline.  Mistress stood up, and slave froze.  She slowly walked towards him and caressed his collar bone, kissed his forehead, took a step back and closed her forefinger and thumb around the lace.  She slowly pulled down on the left-side zipper…pop pop pop…slowly.  Slave writhed in pain.  Mistress continued the removal as she grasped his hair in her other hand and pulled.  She loved the power, and he loved feeling the helplessness.  She took hold of the right hand zipper, the last one, and again, slowly pulled it away from his flesh.  He yelped, whimpered, and dripped copious amounts of precum.

45 minutes had passed.  Slave looked exhausted.  Mistress smiled. 

Mistress sipped her drink, and said to slave, I have a treat for you.  He looked up at her, his eyes slightly glazed and said “thank you, Mistress”.  Mistress showed him a glass of her Nectar with the bitter taste and smell of asparagus  "Drink, slave".  Mistress put the glass to his lips and poured the drink into his mouth.  He drank what was offered, and only spilt a little but continued to consume his Mistress’ Nectar until every last drop was gone.  Mistress put down the glass, returned to slave and slapped his face 10 times for wasting her Nectar.  She was unimpressed.  He should have been honoured to consume her Golden Nectar and not spilt a drop.  Not good enough in her opinion. 

Mistress decided before he was to be unchained, she would place a hood over his head… and flog him with her very special rubber flogger.  Mistress proceeded to flog his thighs for ten minutes… relentlessly - soft, hard, fast, slow.  He writhed to escape the flog strokes but could not avoid the sadistic implement.  Once the flogging had ceased, Mistress removed slave’s hood, scratched his cheeks with her long manicured nails before leaning forward and kissing his lips.  Mistress used her booted right foot to press against slave’s cock and balls and exerted pressure until he whimpered.  What do you say slave?  He replied “thank you, Mistress Neta for your kindness, you have a generous spirit”.

Slave was unchained, and left to tidy himself up for the next part of their time together…